Your home,
Your music,
And even your love,
You left them all behind.
And never you've mentioned to anyone
Your greatest want- to be found.

The moon,
The song,
The sound of your feet
On the road that've been taken before.
And the rush in your heart
And the tear in your eye, whith you it will be no more.

You're looking ahead,
To the sun,
To the light,
To the soothing warmth of the fire,
But whenever you'll get there, loved pilgrim,
Nomad,
You'll know I'm your heart's true desire.